Holy Cannoli Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra
[F#]
[F#]My perfect pin-up come off the wall
I ditched my buds for her bedroom but I swear it's not my fault
[B]I think these feelings must be holy
[F#]This could be love, sorry love.
I'd find her d[Db]runk in the street, kiss the pu[B]ke off of her cheek, put her to b[F#]ed.
And in the mo[Db]rning my doll remembers noth[B]ing at all
I never s[F#]aid.
[F#]But now our summer's bending two different ways.
We talk like every other day but now the texts are getting shorter.
[B]Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I kinda mu[F#]mble so nobody else knows.
The conve[Db]rsations are sweet, real nice but not[B]hing too deep, not like be[F#]fore.
Still say I l[Db]ove you, but now the words a[B]re forced from our mouths, kind of a b[F#]ore.
Like we're not fun anymore.
(kazoo solo)
[F#] [B] [F#] [Db] [B] [F#] [Db] [B] [F#]
[F#]But now my pillows smell like you in the morning.
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets and I'm like holy pfft cannoli.
[B]I've got plenty competition I know.
She'll find a [F#]new man to carry her home.
He's probably c[Db]ooler than me, sleeps r[B]ight where I used to sleep, right by her d[F#]oor.
And in the m[Db]orning they kiss, say I've[B] never felt like this befo[F#]re.
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